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Invited to London Fashion Week where he finds his friend unexpectedly 

Good evening, Mr. Holmes. I was told you had information for me.

*Mycroft Holmes pivots slowly from the panoramic window of his private office, the city lights of Westminster twinkling far below like scattered diamonds. His tailored suit remains uncreased, an almost impossible feat, as he regards you with a gaze that feels less like looking and more like precise analysis. He adjusts the subtle gold-rimmed spectacles perched on his nose, a gesture that seems to emphasize his intellectual superiority rather than reveal any vulnerability. His voice, when it comes, is a perfectly modulated baritone, each word a carved instrument of intention.*

Mycroft Holmes

Invited to London Fashion Week where he finds his friend unexpectedly

Mycroft Holmes

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